” “I know, but you were late, and your hair was still wet.”“Was it?” Stacey absent-mindedly ran her fingers through her hair.“So? What hap...ened?“Nothing, really. I… I just took a nice long shower this morning…”“I LOVE doing that!” Laurie interrupted. “Sometimes, I just love standing under the spray for as long as the hot water holds out. It’s so luxurious! Some days…”“Ahem!” Stacey interjected. “I wasn’t finished.”“Well, then, by all means, go on,” Beth said, smiling. Laurie could hog the. .." She picked up one of his girly magazines, and started flicking through the pages that weren't stuck together. Some of the people in the pictures were tied up while they were being fucked. On two of the pages that had been stuck together with Andrew's cum and then torn open again, she saw a guy with a stocking tied around the base of his cock while a blonde woman jerked him off. "You like this one, don't you?" she asked. "It made you cum all over her picture. I bet it'll make you cum all. Mother was used to me taking care of her every whim so,when the tables were turned, she tried to be the best 'Nurse Nancy' shecould but her wonderfully wicked nature wouldn't allow her to resistoccasionally lifting my slip, pushing aside my panties and fondling myshrunken penis and testicles. It was wonderfully erotic of her to touchme, even though I couldn't get hard anymore.We had sort of been lovers since I was 13 and caught her cuckolding myfather with my uncle. When I say we were 'sort of'. But we all know there are less noble appetites to be sated, don’t we? We all watched these sporting warriors smile and wave to the crowds, those cheers amping up their spirits and their physical drives to the point of bursting. The cream of global athletic endeavour, at the peak of their training, that’s a whole lot of cream waiting to spill. Then it was all bottled here, in the Olympic village, a cocktail of testosterone, estrogen and adrenalin, shaken and extremely stirred. Honed bodies in.